The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a man coughing up rust, as Silas Vane pushed it open with a shoulder that had long since forgotten the comfort of sleep. Inside, the detention block of the Aethelgard Processing Facility smelled of wet wool, ozone, and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of industrial bleach could fully scrub from the porous brickwork. It was a place built for the...

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